First Umbrella

I’d always thought I had it all Till you breezed softly to my life I now recall this parasol As you walk near as wife It was the gift that first allured As love was young and new And so it is that we’ve endured Through tempests more than few I used to think the color bland And coverage somewhat small Now the faded red is grand Our closeness now enthralls Umbrella’s fabric old and stained Still shields us from above Far more it means than stopping rain It’s walked with us from like to love David Mohn 02 Mar 2013 Based on Visual 1 of Nette Onclaud’s Symbolism: The Umbrella Contest